Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

Finn, in particular, the ruthless mob boss, trembled violently.

"Madam, I'm so sorry, it was my negligence."

Kingpin was both surprised and delighted. He was surprised that a big shot had actually come tonight, but thankfully it was him who had arrived. He was delighted because it seemed he could now pledge his loyalty.

So he quickly stepped forward, adopting a humble demeanor.

"It's okay, you did a great job."

Jessica doesn't like Kingpin very much.

After all, as a local who had lived in Hell's Kitchen for a short time, she had heard the rumors about Kingpin.

But seeing that the other party's attitude was quite sincere, I didn't respond too coldly and just gave a casual reply.

Finally, their gaze fell on Finn, whose body was shaking uncontrollably.

It was like looking at a dead person, and I started walking towards it.

He walked up to Finn, a distance of less than two meters, and every step felt like it was pounding on Finn's heart, making it hard for Finn to breathe.

"Don't block the way, move aside."

Jessica has long lost her former naivety, now bearing the mark of a raven warrior's ferocity and majesty.

The difference in life levels is something Finn, a mere mortal, cannot overcome.

Upon hearing Jessica's words, Finn's mind went blank.

He instinctively obeyed, then subconsciously stepped aside. Not only him, but also his nephew Peter and the other gang leaders behind him did the same.

After clearing the way, Jessica walked straight toward Luke's Bar and pushed open the bar door.

The figure slowly disappeared into the dark bar.

Jessica completely ignored the Irishman.

Finn's heart, which had almost stopped beating, came back to life. Was this... that they were letting him go?

Just as Finn was about to burst into tears of joy, a thick arm wrapped around his neck. Finn's scalp tingled, and when he looked up, he saw Kingpin, who was nearly two meters tall, burly and fat.

They were looking down and staring at me with "kind" eyes.

"Finn, we need to talk."

Finn glanced desperately out of the corner of his eye and saw that the Hand and other gang leaders' men had already pointed their guns at their own men.

He knew that the Irish were finished, and so was he.

Because of myself.

“Kill them.”

With Erica's command, the killing began.

Jessica, who had entered the bar, paid no attention to the sounds of fighting outside.

The girl is mature enough to match her strength and status, and she has a clear understanding of her own position, as well as that of Raven, Astartes, and the BOSS.

Once you understand the general trend, many things will fall into place naturally, and you won't even need to worry about them too much.

The Irish are gone, gone.

They're just a bunch of wicked people who do all sorts of evil.

They deserved to die.

It saves me the trouble of doing it myself.

To be fair, the Punisher truly lives up to his reputation as a notorious killer; even in such dire circumstances, he doesn't give up hope of survival.

Instead, they set up all sorts of traps inside the bar.

They transformed everything available in the bar into a weapon of murder.

If those Irishmen barged in, I'm afraid a large number of them would die in the first encounter.

Fortunately, Jessica's exceptional physical abilities, senses, perception, and awakened Observation Haki allowed her to dodge these deadly traps in the darkness.

We arrived at the second floor.

They met Luke and the Punisher, Frank.

"Hey, big guy, long time no see, and the Punisher too, nice to see you."

Jessica is still that enthusiastic girl.

“Jessica, you…” Luke’s feelings were much more complicated.

He had feelings for Jessica, but he didn't expect that there was such a big difference in their social status.

It is backed by a mysterious and unknown mountain.

The resources they could mobilize were so vast that even Kingpin and his gang leaders were terrified.

It also possesses combat power far exceeding its own.

Now Jessica has transformed into a goddess, while I'm still stuck at the bottom of Hell's Kitchen.

How could Luke not be complicated?

Jessica didn't think that much about it, or rather, Luke kept some of his thoughts very hidden.

She didn't notice that this big, black man had inexplicable feelings for her.

In fact, even if they knew, they wouldn't care.

After all, the two had only met a few times, and Jessica at most considered Luke a friend. Could they possibly develop a romantic relationship?

Sorry, that's unlikely.

She's met far too many outstanding men.

“Punisher, my leader asked me to give you a message,” Jessica said earnestly, looking at Punisher Frank.

Chapter 197 The Punisher Slaughters the Universe (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The next morning.

Frank slowly opened his eyes on the sofa on the second floor of Luke's Bar. He was stunned for a moment before suddenly sitting up.

But unexpectedly, he was launched straight up into the air and headed straight for the ceiling. Fortunately, he reacted very quickly. Instinctively, just before he hit the ceiling, he turned his body and reached out to support himself against the ceiling.

Finally, it spun around and landed on the floor in front of the sofa.

Frank stood frozen in place, then abruptly turned to look outside the door.

Luke stood there with a tray full of breakfast, looking on with an air of amusement. As he walked in, he said, "Thank you for letting me enjoy such a wonderful gymnastics performance so early in the morning, Punisher."

"If you go to the Olympics, you'll definitely break the world record."

"To become the most dazzling star in the sports world."

"Your sarcastic tone is annoying; it makes me want to punch your head in the head," Frank said coldly.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't control myself."

Instead of reflecting on his actions, Luke casually handed the plate to Frank and plopped down on the sofa opposite him.

He picked up a glass of milk and started drinking it by himself.

He seemed quite frustrated.

He's usually quiet and reserved, so this is unusual for Frank. He's being sarcastic and sarcastic so early in the morning, which clearly indicates something's wrong with his mindset.

"Is it because of that girl?"

Frank took the plate, glanced at the excessive amount of breakfast on it, raised an eyebrow, and then sat down and began to eat heartily without any hesitation.

He recalled what Jessica had said to him last night.

“Punisher, my leader asked me to deliver a message to you.”

“He said that someone like you shouldn’t die like this. He likes your style and ideas. He knows that you won’t become a so-called monument, but a killing gun. It’s just that your gun is a bit outdated and needs to be modified.”

Good night, Mr. Frank.

Frank's last conscious thought was that Jessica pulled a syringe filled with some kind of deep blue liquid from her pocket, rushed to his side at a speed far beyond what Frank could see, and injected him in the neck.

He eventually lost consciousness and collapsed.

Feeling the vibrant life force and energy within my body, I felt completely free of the pain caused by the hidden injuries left from years of military service, training, and life-or-death battles.

The explosive power was beyond his wildest imagination.

That was a power far exceeding his former strength.

And of course, there was hunger.

Frank ate the extra-large breakfast Luke had prepared for him with gusto, while his mind continued to wander.

He was astonished to find that he had become smarter, his boundless energy was almost overflowing, he could understand many things immediately, and his memory was superb, able to clearly remember every detail of what happened the previous night.

There was no blurriness or sluggishness whatsoever.

It was obviously because of the injection Jessica gave him. But what exactly was that injection?

Some kind of human enhancement drug?

And the leader Jessica mentioned seems to be the leader behind those two mysterious forces and Jessica herself. He knows her and has an extraordinary fondness and appreciation for her.

Heh~~

Frank forced a grotesque smile. Could someone like him actually be appreciated?

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Frank only needed to know that he had gained something that would benefit his later revenge.

He wanted to find out who had killed his wife and children, and he wanted to kill them all.

A fierce glint flashed in Frank's eyes.

Thoughts vanish in an instant.

Luke was somewhat taken aback by what Frank said, his chest heaving slightly, before he became discouraged and looked dejected: "It was just my overthinking."

"She has her own life, her own world, and her future is bright."

“They’re different from people like me from the bottom of society.”

"Bullshit!!" Frank scoffed at Luke's appearance and cursed mercilessly: "Giving up and backing down is always the act of a coward."

"Kid, here's a piece of advice: never, ever let yourself have any regrets."

Frank's face was filled with dejection as he finished speaking.

However, this despondency quickly vanished, replaced by indifference.

Luke was stunned by Frank's scolding, his lips moved but he didn't know what to say.

My heart was filled with mixed feelings.

After a long silence, he finally spoke about something else: "Jessica said before she left that you're on your own from now on."

"This little bit of help she's given this time is the last time, and it will also give an explanation to the people in Hell's Kitchen."

"After that, those people will no longer fear you because of her."

To put it bluntly, Jessica only offered personal assistance once; she wouldn't endorse Frank.

Once the gangsters in Hell's Kitchen found out, they became even more ruthless in their attempts to kill Frank.

Frank didn't care about that.

He was already very satisfied. He had already caused chaos in Hell's Kitchen before, and now that he had undergone a transformation, he was even more confident.

"enough."

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The Punisher and Hell's Kitchen were just a minor episode.